...quiet, about a lot of things...
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
A Simple Question
Every once in a while, I have a come to Jesus meeting with my body. I will look and wonder where that bulge came from, or if I have always had that line there. My husband knows enough to lie and say I have never looked more beautiful. God bless him for that.
I even asked my muse once, how he thought I had aged. The answer that came back was very kind, and reeking of falsehoods. How are you supposed to say to someone..."Wow! you are not young anymore!"
When I was young, I was not young any more. So following that line of logic.. now I must be ancient.
Aging is an wild ride. This coming weekend, all my old biddy friends and I will size each other up..to see who's changed, and who's remained the same.
I knew I should have booked that face lift back in April....ah well, too late now. Best get out the skin iron and start pressing!
PS: Just as an aside, my poetry assignment this week: write a poem that is catalog of my body. Ah, introspection's truly a bitch.